"Mom, where's the white shirt?" Guido became alarmed to see an empty crutch hanging in the closet.
"It is on the bed, ironed and perfumed."
"And the blue sweatshirt?"
"The jacket, son. Put on the black jacket. The sweatshirt falls on your shoulders. It’s not good for a date."
Guido didn't even think of dressing like a grown man. He wore cut jeans, blue sweatshirt and left the house with his mother's disapproval.
Caterina lived three minutes away by car, which could be considered a respectable distance in Castelmuso.
He found her waiting for him in front of the driveway, while a parent's indiscreet shadows checked behind the blinds.
When he saw her, Guido was breathless. The girl wore a nonchalant black coat that slimmed down her slender body,
full of an enchantment to which nature
